And the moon grows dimmer
At the tides low ebb
And your breath comes faster
And you're aching to move
But you're caught in the web...

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Nobody can tell ya
There's only one song worth singing
They may try and sell ya
Cause it hangs them up to see someone like you

But you've gotta
Make your own kind of Music
Sing your own special song
Make your own kind of Music
Even if no body else sings along

You're gonna be nowhere
The loneliest kind of lonely
It may be rough going
Just to do your thing's the hardest thing to do

Make your own kind of Music
Sing your own special song
Make your own kind of Music
Even if no body else sings along

So if you cannot take my hand
And if you must be going
I will understand

You've gotta
Make your own kind of Music
Sing your own special song
Make your own kind of Music
Even if no body else sings along

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My foundations
are in the universe
my spirit is universal
despite all pressures against me
to choose sides
black or white
man or woman
gay or straight
I am still a child
and an old woman
my blood is red
my choice is not to choose
I cannot choice
I am the exception to the rule of choice
I am one and all without exception
I defy the rules
I am me.

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Sweet little cherry blossom,
blooming before her time
Moving her lips to her favorite song,
cherishing every rhyme
Swaying her hips to the rhythm,
humming along with the tune
Lost in her own little dream world
Slow dancing with the moon

Watching her I cannot help,
but go back in my mind
And suddenly I find I am 15 again

Slow dancing with the moon
Oh, the stars got in my eyes long time ago
And I've lived my life like a love sick clown
In a bittersweet cartoon
Just a dreamy eyed kid
Slow dancing with the moon

Watching the girl I'm reminded
she's quite a lot like me
Trapped in the suburbs of wonderland,
lost in her own fantasy
Somehow my heart never grew up,
no one ever burst my balloon
So here I am swirling in star dust,
slow dancing with the moon

Still believe some day my wildest dreams
will all come true
And I'll find someone who'll
make me 15 again
But until then I'm
Slow dancing with the moon
Oh, the stars got in my eyes long time ago
And I've lived my life like a love sick clown
In a bittersweet cartoon
Just a dreamy eyed kid
Slow dancing with the moon














































































































































































































Monday, September 19, 2005

I was asked something the other day that really shook me. I've always had somewhat of a contempt for faith, and while that's not something I'm proud of, it is something I hold onto for dear life sometimes. I don't have faith, and I don't want faith. Yet at the same time I've always believed that every human has an inherent knowledge of right and wrong. That we can see something and no matter what we've been told simply know it is wrong. That morals aren't dependant upon culture or religion, but something inherent in us all. I've seen so much evidence for this it's hard to doubt. I've seen the evidence in myself. Yet isn't this faith? To know what is right and wrong without reason. To have some type of absolute knowledge that isn't made on evidence, or logic, or anything except what we feel. That's what someone asked me. It terrified me. I really don't like the idea of faith, maybe that's me being childish I don't know, but it shook me. I'm still not sure if it is faith. The other reasons I'm come up with is that it is inherent knowledge, where faith is something you choose to believe in. I suppose. But that's not exactly right, I can't find the right words. Isn't it amazing that such a simple question can really shake your world. The world I'd created that was so safe for me, so familiar and so comfortable.

brynnlee let the night fall at 8:52 AM

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